A part of my life which is very painful for all kinds of reasons and yet also a part of my life in which there is hope. We like to keep things fresh. Poet and novelist Monette Love Alone: 18 Elegies for Rog applies admirable candor and control to the task of chronicling the suffering endured in the months between the diagnosis and death of the man with whom he had spent over 10 years. It is the most signifiant book I have ever read. I was in college during those years and being a medical technology student, we had to make ourselves familiar with what was going on regarding that newly-discovered viral sickness that was said to come from monkey and seemed to have been targeting gay men. Colossae is about 100 miles east of Ephesus.
After coming out in his late twenties, he met Roger Horwitz, who was to be his lover for over twenty years. The characters warm and relatable , Monette writes this book and makes you feel like a member of his family. It lay on the south bank of the Lycus River which is a tributary… 1585 Words 7 Pages roles of society. In this way I can enter into the frustration and the fear of the early days of the pandemic and I can use this to continue to work for a future hope. And this was true in some cases, but most people survived multiple rounds of infection. I was divorced, free and able to pause and finally able to listen to the lives of others and to hold my beautiful sisters and brothers and work alongside them.
He went on to write other masterpieces about his life livi i read this book the day after Thanksgiving when I was 16. Monette's solipsistic dedication to a community of prosperous, white gay men can be annoying, but the book's strength is that it is always annoyingly, believably real. Several times I had to set the book down because I was no longer able to read through great, racking sobs and eyes nearly swollen shut. He came down to us to be taken care of in a place where he needed to play no games. Your purchase benefits world literacy! He had thought life through somehow and come out the other side with a proper respect for small pleasures.
And even that is to be preferred to the worst of all, being deported back to the flat earth of a rural fundamentalist family, who spit their hate with folded hands, transfigured by the justice of their bumper-sticker God. Very minimal writing or notations in margins not affecting the text. Which again, makes it all more clear why even today we need to have social services available for those who are not that lucky. You fight tough, you fight dirty, but you cannot fight dirtier than it. He worked twice as hard as he had in the corporate tower, but his work was all his own and human-scaled. Pages can include limited notes and highlighting, and the copy can include previous owner inscriptions. I wish I could have read this book in 1999, when my mother was dying of leukemia.
The author wrote other books, but I don't know if I will read them. Neither of us had ever been to Italy in the fall, so what were we waiting for? The pain of dying from a disease which was not understood much back in the 80s , struggling with losing your passionate life and the man you love so much to that same disease and facing all of it dignity and beauty and a whole lot more was discussed very piganantly oberserved and discussed very poignantly. Out of nowhere you go from light to dark, from winning to losing, go to sleep murmuring thanks and wake to an endless siren. Brave as it is, Monette seems to go to great lengths to hide behind extraneous details, and so buries the emotions of his most tumultuous experiences. We used the inn as a base camp for our daylong hikes, returning in the evening to posh amenities worthy of an Edwardian big-game hunt. Sadly, Paul Mo I loved anything Paul Monette wrote during his short lifetime, but Borrowed Time was so deeply personal, so painful, and so sadly mournful that I always come back to this one for a reread.
Roger used to look back on those years at graduate school with a sort of amazement: to think that life could clear you a space to just sit and read! Spilled milk, people tell me; you can't undo the past. I was devestated when he died in 1995, but I'm still good friends with his last lover, Winston Wilde. Borrowed Time brings it all back. Before I finished it I told a friend it was depressing. And yes, okay, Monette's celebrity connections are kinda fun, irrelevant as they are: lunch with Whoopi Goldberg to discuss a movie that never happened, talks with the cast and crew of Scarface over Monette's novelization, and a few eminent literary figures like Marjorie Perloff totes cited her in essays before make appearances. The honeymoon was over, that much was clear. And it was sad, as it was the first book I've cried to.
Pages can include considerable notes-in pen or highlighter-but the notes cannot obscure the text. Beyond my bitching and moaning, however, Monette's first memoir has proven to be just as moving as his later works, and leaves me excited to dive into his essays,. We had grown so grateful for little things. I grinned and nodded, and we did it. Pages can include considerable notes-in pen or highlighter-but the notes cannot obscure the text.
I couldn't understand how the same disease was cutting down gay men in the global North and cutting down Africans in the global South especially African women, my beautiful, beautiful sisters who died in their millions, leaving millions of children behind. It gets at the unbearable burden of secrecy that was absolutely necessary to protect the people we loved. Roger reveled in all that passionate life of art, and the journal of his nineteenth year, two hundred close-typed pages, burns with the search for the perfect feeling and the words to speak it. If laughter was therapeutic, there were days we could have cured the common cold. I thought about my answer for a minute before responding to my friend.
My only complaints about this book was the level of detail about things like what they were reading and the smart-snobery of the couple-but that is just a matter of my taste, and really also helps flesh out who they were- intellectuals, educated at harvard and yale, and living in a insular world they had created with intelligent and creative friends. San Diego: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich. The lymph nodes, of course—a hypochondriac knows all there is to know about the sites of malignancy. . Roger had just completed a year working in public television for a show called The Advocates, where bloody Sunday issues were debated hotly by brainy types. It was them—by which I meant the fast-lane Fire Island crowd, the Sutro Baths, the world of High Eros.
They have neglected to tell you that you will be issued no weapons of any sort. Now we would learn to borrow time in earnest, day by day, making what brief stays we could against the downward spiral from which all our wasted brothers did not return. What I like most is all that this book has stirred up in me. All pages are intact, and the cover is intact. Already I was figuring what the treatments might be; no question in my mind but that it was treatable.